English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Once It Was the Colour of Saying. Дилан Томас.

Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

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Once it was the colour of saying
Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill
With a capsized field where a school sat still
And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;
The gentle seaslides of saying I must undo
That all the charmingly drowned arise to cockcrow and kill.
When I whistled with mitching boys through a reservoir park
Where at night we stoned the cold and cuckoo
Lovers in the dirt of their leafy beds,
The shade of their trees was a word of many shades
And a lamp of lightning for the poor in the dark;
Now my saying shall be my undoing,
And every stone I wind off like a reel.

Dylan Thomas’s other poems:

1. The Seed-At-Zero
2. On No Work of Words
3. Ears in the Turrets Hear
4. All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave
5. When, Like a Running Grave

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